One more, from the road...

If it weren’t for the Mumbai-Pune expressway, my blog would perhaps remain a rarely-frequented shrine, with its owner not finding enough time to put plaster on its graying walls. The scene outside is gorgeous as usual (just crossed the Lonavala exit), the evening descending slowly upon the peaceful homes, and the gentle clouds trying to adjust themselves upon the lush mountains like a sales guy shifting and sorting his thoughts at the end of another day…

The roads are winding at this point, with the air exerting extra pressure as we get closer to sea level. A section of the road is segregated by big rocks, and declared unfit for travelers as the area is prone to rock slides, perhaps nature’s own way of reminding and commanding its presence. In the city below, lights are being turned on, like a landscape full of shady mistakes with few flashes of brilliance in between. Of course the problem with mistakes is that you don’t know it’s a mistake till you have committed it. It sometimes takes years before you realize, as those follies come back….. But…, we are digressing here, and just like tunnels on a highway, digressions should not be more than two sentences long…

Most of the directions on this expressway are in two languages, much like most of the signals life gives us, one in a language which we understand, the other which we don’t, but which we nevertheless wish to learn so that we could be better at interpreting them, without appreciating the fact that we would perhaps end up taking the same exits all over again…

We are whizzing away at 140 kmph, flashing dippers at the cars in front, so that we can avoid changing lanes. Same as what we do everyday, even when we are not on the road. Because we know that changing lanes is tricky, there could always be a blind spot, catching you off guard…

It’s getting dark outside, the expressway is ending in 500 meters..450 perhaps as I will type the ellipses at the end of this sentence… It’s in times like these when I thank my high school for enforcing the learning of type-writing. Who would have thought that another seemingly useless, marks-obtaining, academic exercise would come in handy so often, including now when I look outside while my fingers do the talking for me…

The traffic’s increasing now, and that is generally inversely proportional to my creative thoughts, which means I will close now. But as I do that, I hope my frequency of blog updation is greater than the frequency of my Pune visits…